Gentlemen here, now is the time, Manners, standards
For all such ladies, now is the time, Manners, standards
The sun-dried socialites moon dust ballroom
pink particles charged with silky white
Tease a tale in season, the sunken forest
desires of dry ice light
Quarterly, lit fiend, chesterfields,
cramped up, sunfish, sails, rock yachts for years
Find the helm, wash me up, comb for driftwood dragons
Generators, coasting in, graves expectations,
fortune and fire on island glory
Fortunate, Inland for some
Gentlemen here, now is the time, Manners, standards
For all such ladies, now is the time, Manners, standards, Manners, Standards
The sun-dried socialites with best friends
for better days, in stirrups in a straight line
Your tight mind so divine, snip-its of pinchin’ dust,
you’re partners, Such a rebellious design